I slept like a log until half past two when "er
indoors TM" and the wolf-pack came to bed. Things were a
tad crowded after that. I gave up trying to sleep and came downstairs. Over
brekkie I watched an episode of "Alan
Partridge" on Netflix (I do like
Alan Partridge) and then got myself organised (without waking anyone) and set off to work.
When I'd got up I'd looked out of the
window. I do that first thing every morning. At that time all the cars outside
were frost free. Whilst I'd scoffed my toast a freezing fog had fallen.
All the cars were suddenly thick with ice, and visibility was down to ten yards
at best. I drove slowly to work; the fog came and went in patches. All very
pretty but a pain for driving.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
spouting rubbish as they so often do. Today they were talking about the amount
of money that university vice-chancellors are paid. The Labour party has
declared that university vice chancellors should not be paid more
than twenty times the rate of the lowest paid member of their university's
staff. At the same time the Labour party aren't advocating raising the pay
of the lower paid or cutting the pay of the higher paid. Someone or other from
the Labour party was wheeled on and he made a complete balls-up of trying to
explain this clearly nonsensical (and
impossible) idea.
As a life-long right-wing
lefty, the Labour party boil my piss. It seems that the only policy they
have is to make themselves utterly unelectable.
I got to work, and with a few minutes
spare I popped into the canteen and had the full English breakfast. Oh yes !!
Feeling suitably bloated I got on with the day's round. I did that which I
couldn't avoid, and left as soon as I could.
I drove from work straight to Kwik-Fit.
Just lately my car has been making a terrible noise when I turn the engine on.
I was convinced the exhaust system had had it. And bearing in mind the tyres
had had the thumbs-down when I’d had the cambelt done a few months ago I
thought I’d get the tyres looked at too. Ideally I would use my usual garage,
but they couldn’t fit me in for another two weeks. Kwik-Fit could see me right
away.
I got to Kwik-Fit, they got my car onto
the car lift. The exhaust was fine; it was rattling because some clip thingy
had perished. And there was nothing wrong with the tyres either. I went in
expecting a bill for over five hundred quid; I came out only twenty-five pounds
lighter. I was pleased about that.
I came home to find "er indoors TM"
painting the skirting boards as a prelude to getting a new carpet. Perhaps I
might have helped with the painting? She seemed engrossed in it so I didn’t
interfere. I played Lego instead. I built a little shop-thingy from the bargain
job-lot I bought last weekend. And with my little shop-thingy built I put in in
place, and created a little photo album of progress
so far with my Lego project. I really need a name for the town that
I’m building.
I then tried to program “Hannah” for tomorrow’s little outing. It
wasn’t having any of it, so I gave up. Over dinner we watched the latest
episode of “Star Trek”. I think that the
show is really suffering from having a needlessly complicated plot.
I then got serious with “Hannah” and programmed directly through
GSAK. For those of my loyal readers who are unaware of the seriousness of this,
programming through GSAK is fighting talk. I hope it worked.
I shall find out tomorrow…
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